Bridget is the quintessential ‘singleton’ – a career woman in her mid-thirties, battling the bulge – and caving into it in equal measures, “Calories: 3,856. Smothering sorrows in fat duvet.”
Every woman can relate to Bridget on her candid, and constant, quest for self-improvement. A lovable train wreck, she haplessly stumbles from disastrous dates, to embarrassing costume party gaffes and tragic cooking blunders – blue soup anyone?
So, before we begin, let’s raise a a glass of Sav Blanc (130 calories – oh dear!) to Helen Fielding.
For giant pants and women everywhere – a toast to Bridget, and to chick lit!
Bridget’s story, chronicled in her diary, begins – as it logically should – in January, with our heroines’ well-meaning New Year’s resolutions. Bridget begins the year with hope and optimism, yet trouble constantly lurks around the corner.
Fielding charts the months across twelve chapters, as we dive into the world of Bridget’s love life flitting between her womanizing boss, Daniel Cleaver and Mark Darcy – her parent’s preferred suitor.
Just as Bridget’s relationship with Daniel is starting to look promising, our heroine finds herself back at the drawing board once again. And so the saga continues, as Bridget desperately tries to quit the fags, focus on her career and find ‘The One’.
Part of Bridget’s charm – and the relatable nature of her character – is he penchant for over-sharing. Our heroine may be disaster-prone but she is also fabulously witty, churning out hilarious one-liners.
From the food and wine binges to her obsession with her appearance, if you’re anything like me, you’ll be reading this book and rolling your eyes thinking, “oh god, I actually am Bridget Jones.”
Bridget’s relatability stems from her constant catastrophes yet between the London flat, fabulous friends, she actually has a very good life. She has deep-rooted traditional values, desperately searching for a good man and true love. Yet as she waits, she embraces being a wholly modern ‘singleton’ in the city – promiscuous, ambitious and insecure in equal measures.
This is one of the defining books of the chick-lit genre so it will come as no surprise that, of course, I am giving Bridget Jones’s Diary five stars. The book is funny and easy-to-read exploring the usual chick lit themes of love, life and emotionally unavailable men (or ‘fuckwittage’ as Bridge would say).
As the title cunningly informs us, the book is presented as Bridget’s diary – an easy-to-read jumble of her thoughts, fears, urgent desire for a boyfriend – and daily calorie count.
The 2001 movie starring Reenee Zellweger is one of the few cinematic versions of a book – in my humble opinion – that does the original justice. Renee is a convincing Bridget – attractive yet somewhat bedraggled, curvy, flaky and delightful.
I unashamedly love Bridget. Is she a bit silly? Well, yes absolutely. But she is also a long-lost best friend – oozing resilience and fun. I want to drink prosecco with Bridget, dancing on tables in London bars and shamefully scarfing greasy kebabs.
Bridget Jones is the quintessential chick-lit heroine of the nineties. A hilarious and relatable read, there is a little bit of Bridget Jones in all of us.
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